Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.